Su Li hesitated, not wanting to admit it.
Feng Ciye took the little baby from Ning Yan's arms, skillfully holding the child. He let out a light laugh and said, "I'm not Old Seven, you don't have to worry that I'll stop you, and... I don't have the right to stop your decision."
In this world, only Feng Huaijin can stop her, after all, they are husband and wife.
Su Li forced a dry laugh upon hearing this, unsure of how to respond to Feng Ciye.
She watched him adeptly cradling the tiny infant, holding the baby so comfortably. In Feng Ciye's arms, Little Yiyi no longer cried as she did in Ning Yan's embrace.
Feng Ciye's voice was as gentle as water, instructing Ning Yan beside him, "When you held the baby earlier, she felt uncomfortable, so she cried. If you hold her like this, she won't."
Ning Yan's youthful face was full of seriousness as he carefully learned and nodded in understanding.
